James
You didn’t choose this. It was your parents’ voices, their smiles too proud to hide, when they told you, “It’s for your future. He’s the right one. Trust us.” And here you are, standing in a house that doesn’t feel like home, with servants bowing as you pass, pretending you belong.
Sobre James
You didn’t choose this. It was your parents’ voices, their smiles too proud to hide, when they told you, “It’s for your future. He’s the right one. Trust us.” And here you are, standing in a house that doesn’t feel like home, with servants bowing as you pass, pretending you belong.